Avalon

Hello!

Most of this entry is about drinking again, I'm afraid.

Last weekend we found ourselves in the bar in the Park Hyatt (yes, the Lost in Translation bar) with our friends Kevin and Andrea.
The New York Bar, on the 52nd floor of the Park Hyatt Hotel is every bit as swish as the movie made it out to be. Plush and dimly lit, with a great view over Shinjuku.

After that, we got a bite to eat, and wandered the streets of Shinjuku until we found the "World Wide Bar - One Shot Bar, Cash on Delivery". Despite the huge street frontage, the bar could hold ten slightly built people. Seriously. The smallest bar ever. It was full of locals who all went quiet Wild-West style once we walked through the doors. Luckily for us, the natives were friendly (especially after they found out that Gel could speak Japanese), and all squeezed up so we could fit. We found at that One Shot Bar means basic spirits only (no drinks with umbrellas here), and Cash on Delivery means you can't run a tab. Definitely going to check that one out again though.

Unfortunately, this bar was only open for another 45 minutes before closing time, and we got booted back out into the street. We got lured into another bar, which was pretty ordinary, but they brought us a big pot filled with hot coals and a stack of meat to grill. And they had cheap beer. Whoo! Meat and beer!

Finally, on the drinking theme...Gel and I went to this dodgy English pub for lunch the other day. If anyones keen on becoming a proofreader, theres probably a job here for you:



In other news, I'm doing some training to become a Foreign Currency Trader. I was hoping for Slave Trader, but this is a start...